The First Shinigami
There was always something I never told anyone. Always a secret I kept hidden.
I didn't find out till I had unlocked Zangetsu.
I knew about Shinigami, about hollows, and about the Quincy. I knew about Zanpokutos, about Vizards, and about Espada.
I knew about all of it even before everyone else knew.
I unlocked memories.
Memories of the past. Memories of MY past.
I was something more powerful than all of the species combined, and yet I still continued pretending to be one of them.
I helped them, I protected them, and yet I destroyed so many of them.
I liked being human. I liked being apart of them. I liked being their friends. I liked being depended upon.
But, when the Spirit King is killed by Yawch and he takes the throne for that short amount of time, the three realms, plus two secret ones, are defiled and thrown into chaos when he is dead and gone. I had to take it. I had to fix what was damaged. I had to repair lives and order.
I had to become the king of the seven realms.